It was a quiet summer’s day as Alexandra stood in the Brooklyn academy of art as she showcased her paintings. Today Alexandra had worn a simple and ornate green dress that hinted at peaks and curves. Her red hair was in curly waves as it flowed down her back in sensual fashion. Her skin was creamy, soft and pale. As it always had been. Alexandra no longer had runes on her body, she was back to being mundane. Her breathing was warm and calm as she smiled at the patrons looking at her art. Five minutes later, footsteps echoed along the ground, Alexandra turned and smiled brightly as she whispered “Thank you for coming. I’m Alexandra.” Her green eyes were warm and hopeful as she waited for a reply.